I loved church. I loved singing what I called God Songs. My father was an executive with Kimberly Clark, a paper salesman who dealt with the nations largest accounts. He adored my Mother. We frequently entertained clients in our home. With siblings 13 years older and off to college, I was the little darling who, if she behaved like a grown up, could stay up and enjoy undeserved special attention.
The evening usually included my singing. I used to tell my Dad when I was older, that I wished Id been on commission, believing that my sweet performances closed many a deal.
Endless summers were spent on the shores of Long Island Sound. It was a wonderful time of my life. God was everywhere. I loved my parents.
But life doesnt usually remain the soft and gentle world of stuffed animals and night night prayers. We grow. We explore. We venture out. We learn lifes important and tough lessons. Yet God remains faithful even if we dont.
I was the first in my family to graduate from college. I surprised my family by keeping the fact that I was the Valedictorian a secret. My parents and my entire family craned ...
